This is a song about "Flavour of the month"

Must be time of month hormones all over the shit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Call me whatever joe

Return of the king of flow

Beat of the drum soon the rhythm of the dead.

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

They got the brain capacity of 2 month old fetuses

The name of the game is

So i gotta spit to this

If the parade was scheduled for third month.

Or closed casket for our troubles

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

But i'm broke as fuck and i don't get paid 'til the first of next month